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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

A summer breeze warms my face as I look out from the old
fortified city wall across the skyline of the new part of town. Cartagena de
Indias, can you think of a better name for the place where we were to end this
fantastic trip? A great finish to a great tour, but also a confirmation of my
feelings about a country that has been longing to be discovered for over four
decades. I visited Colombia for the first time in 1991 and was instantly won
over; the nature, the colonial cities and the people... especially the people.

The next day we left our hotel at 10am for a 400km drive to
Medellin. We had already heard that the first part would be relatively flat,
then more or less sloping up until Manizales, and from there a final pass of
3,000masl just before Medellin. The road started out perfectly smooth, even
turning into a four-lane highway of sorts after the first 25km. Intervals of
two and four-lane roads, and road-works kept us on our toes, and it became
clear that by next year this entire stretch would probably be much faster to
traverse. We reached Pereira and entered the famous coffee region of Colombia,
one of the more prosperous parts of the country. The region is one beautifully
green and fertile land filled with coffee plantations doubling as hotels. One
can spend a good time here between the picturesque towns of Pereira and Armenia,
relaxing at the haciendas, learning all there is to know about coffee and enjoying
the splendid natural surroundings. We sadly did not have much time to stop, but
luckily I had been here before (see a few blog entries back).

We pushed on toward Medellin, which was still quite a long way off.
We were experiencing some minor problems with the car. The passenger window had
sunk into the door and decided it did not want to come up again, whilst dark
clouds were gathering in the sky above us. The “Amp” light was on again,
meaning we were once more driving without charging the battery, and the Volvo’s
loyal engine was having difficulties adjusting to the climate and had started
to heat up. We stopped at a gas station upon leaving Pereira, filled up our
tank and provisionally sealed the window using an old raincoat and a lot of
duct tape. As the rain started pouring out of the sky, we ordered and devoured
one of the best hamburgers on our trip in the station’s cafeteria. This
combined with really great service and one of the most impeccable toilets ever
seen anywhere, let alone in a gas station, caused Johan to officially baptize
the place as one of the very best pit-stops along the entire South American
Pan-American Highway. And I think he was right!

Stomachs filled and window temporarily closed we drove on. Though
half of our challenges were taken care of, the battery and overheating problems
persisted. However, anyone who has driven an older car before knows that an
overheating engine can be dealt with, at least temporarily, by turning on the
car’s heater. That said, the fans that transport the hot air from the engine to
the passenger compartment do so by means of electricity, so when your engine
problem is combined with a battery charging issue, then you are kind of
screwed. On the road to Manizales we were stopped by another one of those
unexpectedly friendly police officers, who wished to see our papers. We killed
the engine and did as we were asked. After a nice conversation we were told we
could move on, but of course our battery was as dead as could be. Without much
ado the police officer stopped another car and ordered the driver to help us
jumpstart the Volvo, which was taken care of without questions and with much
friendliness and ease. As we stood there with our heads under the hood of our
1968 travel companion, I had a closer look at the electrical wiring. I followed
one of the wires that seemed to come from the alternator to one of the
fuse-boxes and opened it. It seemed like one of the fuses was kind of dirty and
not plugged in as tightly as it should be, but that was nothing a Swiss army
knife and a band-aid from our first aid kit could not resolve. I have never been
much of a McGiver, but the “Amp” light did not bother us anymore after that.

What with all the pit-stops we had kind of fallen behind schedule
and had to make haste. Around 5pm, dusk set in just as we were headed back into
the mountains. We had one last pass to conquer before we would be able to
descend into Medellin. With the day fading, we found ourselves on a meandering
mountain road littered with heavy trucks, slowing us down quite a bit. The car
was not happy with this at all, and as well as having the now perfectly
functioning heater at full blast, I had to resort to hitting the clutch, brake
and gas pedals at regular 20-50m intervals to make sure the engine ran enough
rpm’s to keep itself from boiling over. The last 25km were kind of tormenting,
the temperature inside the car was around that of an over-eager Swedish sauna,
and there was no way for us to escape the huge traffic jam slowly creeping down
the hill into Medellin. We eventually reached the city limits around 8pm, but
due to the maze of one-way streets that managed not to match with our map at
all, it was another hour and a half before we finally found our hotel in the
old city center. Old indeed, as our hotel, built in the 1940s, seemed not the
have been touched since. We didn’t even bother to have dinner, but located our
copper grandma beds and crashed straight away.

We checked out one early Sunday morning, and without having seen one
bit of the much-heralded city of Medellin we hit the highway at 6am and made
our way towards Cartagena de Indias. We had been informed about yet another
3000m pass we would have to cross 200km after leaving our hotel, and with
another 500km to go after that, so we did not take any risks this time. The
early bird factor, and the fact that it was Sunday and this is still a catholic
country, made for sparse traffic (apart from many sinning cyclists) and we
conquered the pass around 11am. After this point we descended easily into the
next valley, which would be our stomping ground until reaching Cartagena that
night. We made good time and even though we had left the mountains behind us
the landscape was attractive and varied. We encountered very little traffic
throughout most of the rest of the trip, and sometime around 4.30pm we only had
150km to go before Cartagena. Here we encountered a little more traffic and saw
the damage done by the high waters of the past weeks. Colombia is graced by
three Andean mountain ranges, intersected by three large rivers, all of which end
in the Caribbean Sea near Cartagena. As all three of them had been processing
much more water than normal, they had simultaneously overflowed, flooding many
villages in the area. We passed numerous houses under water and crossed various
bridges on the verge of being inundated by the huge mass of water surrounding
us. Parts of some of the bridges had already given in, but we managed to cross
them and drove into Cartagena through little back streets around 6pm. Of course
we got neatly entangled in the evening peak traffic, but we did not care. Cartagena
is a beautiful city, and we were happy to slowly finish the last part of our journey,
savoring the salty air of the Caribbean after 10 days of hard driving all the
way north from Lima. We eventually made it to the Hilton, our hotel for that
night, located in the new part of town and looking out over the Caribbean Sea.
A feeling of euphoria came over us and we lost very little time parking the
car, stuffing our luggage in our rooms and cleaning up just enough to be
allowed into the Café del Mar in the old part of town. A nice and cool place
located on top of the fortified wall surrounding the old city, with spectacular
views of both the city and the sea. Nothing could taste better than a couple of
ice-cold beers to finish off yet another unforgettable trip.

The next day, December 20th, Johan took the Volvo to the
harbor from where it would be shipped back to Europe. Just before he left we
said our goodbyes, as I would fly back to Lima that same afternoon and from
there to Buenos Aires the next day. I was going to arrive in Peru around 1am
and had arranged for a room in the Ramada Hotel at Lima Airport to catch as
much sleep as possible before my 10am ongoing flight to BA. Of course my life
would not be what it is if it had not thrown me one last little curve ball in
the form of my old fried Guillermo Gomez, a pal from the early days in Peru,
who had moved to Venezuela a long time ago, but who happened to be in Lima and
decided it was time to pay me a short visit, even in the middle of the night.
This is how I ended up in the hotel lobby drinking double pisco sours with a
great friend until the wee hours of the night, missing my flight that next
morning and almost arriving too late for Karin’s birthday the next day… Luckily
everything was planned well ahead, so when I finally touched down at Ezeiza
Airport at 7am on the 22nd, my father was there to pick me up, while
my visiting sister and my daughters had already arranged a beautiful breakfast
in our garden. Karin just walked down the stairs when I entered the front door.
“Ah, you’re back,” she said, “just in time!” We hugged and life was simply
great.

Hi Bart,My husband and I would like to take our baby to South America in December. He will be 16 months old when we take our trip.We are thinking about Peru, but I have also always wanted to go to Chile and Argentina... we are all over the place! Do you have any thoughts about where the best place would be for us to take him on vacation?Another think, we are looking for something beautiful and relaxing, perhaps off the beaten path but not too far off, with access to tourist-friendly food (baby has a very sensitive tummy and isn't used to eating outside of the United States). Bethany

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Great article Bart! It seems that Colombia is a great place to have an educational travel to visit with its historic places and awesome view. And for sure students will learn awesome things about Colombia

Very nice post! :)really great blog. We also want to go South America. Take a look on our blog too :D We're young travellers and we'll start next year. Maybe you have any suggestions for our blog? Or for our planned journeys? Thanks!